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  “Yay, that’s my girl. Come and bring some medicine.” He hung up after that.

  “Great, now what do I do?” She stared at the bills and decided they could wait until after she’d looked after Kent.

  Grabbing a few bills from her bedroom, she made her way toward the door. She put her coat on as she walked out of the building.

  She saw Mitch sitting outside. Walking over to his car she knocked on the window.

  “Will you take me to Kent’s place? He called and asked for me to go to him,” she said.

  “Climb in.”

  Mitch used to go to the diner with her. She’d served him lunch many times when she was working.

  “Have you seen Kent?” she asked.

  “No. My job is to keep an eye on you when he’s not around. Give him my regards when you see him.”

  Mitch pulled into traffic. “Are you going to tell him about losing your job at the diner?” Mitch asked.

  When she’d lost her job she’d asked Mitch not to say anything. She let out a sigh and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “It’s only a matter of time before he asks, Lana. You’re going to have to tell him something.”

  “I know. It’s just hard telling one boss that another boss fired you,” Lana said, sitting back in the car.

  “It’s different with Kent. He’s more than your boss.”

  Neither said anything else as they made their way toward his building. Lana smiled at the men on the reception desk before heading toward the elevator. No one stopped her on her way up to Kent’s room. She’d stood laughing and joking with several of the employees in the building one day when they stopped her. Kent had to give her picture to security in order for her to get inside his building.

  At his door she pulled out the key to get inside. Closing the door behind her she spotted Kent immediately.

  “What have you done?” Lana asked him. Kent was lying down on the sofa looking deathly pale. Perspiration dotted his brow, and he shivered even though the heating was on inside the room. He’d given her a key the other month. She hadn’t used the key because Kent always went to her. She threw the key on the coffee table. Used tissues, a dirty plate, and medicine were on the table. Her hands were itching to clean up the mess.

  Kent usually picked her up and visited her at her apartment. This was the first time he’d called her asking for help. The sight of him was freaking her out.

  “I’ve done nothing. I’m dying, Lana.” He grumbled out the words.

  Pressing her palm to his forehead she felt his temperature was high.

  “We need to get you cleaned up. This air is not going to be good for you.” Keeping her coat on, she walked over to the windows and blasted the room with cold air.

  Throwing an extra blanket over him, she cleaned away the mess on the coffee table. Lana placed the plate in to soak as she grabbed a hot cloth and started wiping down the surface.

  “Why did I know you’d clean my shit first?” he asked.

  “If everything is dirty you won’t get any better. Don’t worry. I’ll be scrubbing you down next,” she said.

  “Promises.” He started coughing.

  Lana worked cleaning the space he’d been camped in. She turned the television off. Once everything was cleaned and the air felt fresh, she closed the window and turned the heating up.

  “Come on. Shower for you,” she said, peeling the blankets away from him.

  “You’ve always wanted me naked.”

  She chuckled as she helped him toward his bathroom.

  Filling his tub with warm water, she blushed when he got naked for her. His cock was flaccid but long. Lana couldn’t help but admire his form even though he was poorly.

  “Will you stay here? I’ve got to clean your sheets and put some fresh sheets on your bed.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m staying right here.”

  Lana turned away from the scene and went to his bedroom. She kept her mind occupied with cleaning away his bedding.

  “What are you doing in there? Cleaning every surface?” he asked.

  Rolling her eyes, she finished stripping his bed and changing his sheets.

  His cock is huge!

  Lana stumbled as her thoughts took on more illicit images.

  Stop. Kent is all that matters now. Think of him and nothing else.

  She found his washing machine and placed the sheets inside.

  After gaining control of her emotions and her hormones she walked back into the bathroom. The bubbles covered his abdomen. She let out a sigh of relief and knelt down at the edge of the bath.

  “I suddenly think it’s a great idea being friends,” Kent said.

  Lana chuckled.

  ****

  Even though he was sick Kent still saw her reaction to his body. Lana liked what she saw, and knowing it made him smile. He was supposed to be at work, but when he’d woken up this morning and could barely move, he knew there was no choice for him to stay at home. Lana was the only person he wanted around.

  He’d not even phoned his parents.

  “Are you all right?” she asked.

  “You’re here, baby. Everything is going to be okay.”

  “So that’s why you’ve befriended me. You need a nursemaid.”

  “Absolutely, what other uses do you have?” Kent asked, teasing her.

  “I have to wonder that myself some days.” She grabbed the soap and the sponge. He watched as she lathered the sponge. The conflict on her face made him curious.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to me. I know you, Lana. You’re hiding something.” He frowned at her. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  “Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine.”

  Staring at her, Kent let her soap his arm and chest. Her hands shook a little. He continued to stare at her face.

  “Did the diner allow you to take time off?” he asked.

  She nibbled her lip. “No.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “I lost my job at the diner when I went with you to your family’s house for Christmas,” she said.

  The words blurted out of her mouth. Kent saw she hadn’t meant for them to come out. Her cheeks were bright red.

  “But you need that job.”

  “I know. However, I wanted to come away with you at Christmas. My boss said I either had to work or go. I left.”

  She shrugged, but he saw the hurt in her eyes.

  “How bad is the damage?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Lana, I know you only just get by. The bonus you were given wouldn’t last forever. How are you getting your bills paid and the rent?”

  She began nibbling her lip again.

  “Just tell me.”

  “I’ve got to start looking for a new place to live. I can’t afford my apartment. The bills have gone up, and so has the rent. I can’t make ends meet on the one job. I wouldn’t have been able to with both jobs.”

  Kent cursed at the unfairness of it all. He rubbed his temple. Lana loved her apartment. The pride she took in her space meant the world to her.

  “I’m going to pay for your apartment,” Kent said.

  “What? No, you can’t. I won’t accept that.”

  “And I won’t accept my woman on the streets or in some shitty apartment where you’re not happy.” He growled the words out. His head was thumping from his illness. Exhaustion swept over him.

  “I’m not your woman, Kent.”

  “You’re my friend. I take care of what’s mine. I’ll sort out the payments for your apartment. Don’t argue with me, Lana.” He lifted a hand to stop her. “We’ll figure something out. Until then, stop arguing with me and just accept what I’m saying.”

  After some time she whispered a thank you.

  “You’re welcome.”

  He rested in the bath as she cleaned him. Kent took the sponge from her when she hesitated over the water. Staring into her eyes he washed
his cock and lower body. Even ill his cock responded to the heat in her eyes. Lana was attracted to him. She didn’t want to be attracted to him, but she was.

  When he was bathed, she fetched him a towel. Kent stood, and Lana averted her eyes. She left him to get dried. Her hand came around the corner with some gym pants. They were loose, and he only wore them to work out in. He took them from her outstretched hand.

  She tapped the bed for him to climb into.

  “I’ll call the cleaning agency and let them know I won’t be in. Hopefully I won’t get fired from there,” she said.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’d check your cell phone. I already put a call into them before I phoned you.”

  “You were so sure I’d help you.”

  “Lana, you love me, baby. I knew you’d help me out.”

  He climbed into bed. Kent heard her gasp but didn’t say anything. She watched over him. Kent felt her presence during the night. Her hand was constantly touching his forehead, checking his temperature and feeding him.

  When the shivers got too much she phoned a doctor to come out and see him. Kent was conscious of everything happening. He stared at her seeing the concern in her eyes. Tonya’s words from Christmas kept playing around his head. Did Lana love him like Tonya said?

  He’d never been so sure as he was when she stared at him.

  Kent woke up after the doctor paid him a visit to see Lana looking at a cookbook sat beside him. He tapped the bed. “Sleep with me,” he said.

  She looked from her book to the spot next to him. “The doctor said you should sleep.”

  “I’ll sleep better with you beside me.” He saw the indecision in her eyes. “Please.” Begging was low of him, but he wanted to get his own way. He’d do anything to get his own way.

  Lana pushed her shoes off and climbed in beside him. Kent wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head against her hair. She smelt amazing. Within moments she relaxed, and he heard the sound of her even breathing.

  He could gladly live the rest of his life with her lying beside him at night, in his arms.

  Kissing her temple, Kent relaxed.

  He closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her against him. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep her beside him all night. His illness had brought her to his bed, and now he needed to find a better reason to keep her there.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The next few days passed with Lana by Kent’s side at all times. There was no time for her to go to her apartment. She kept Kent’s apartment clean. When he slept, she cleaned or read from some of the books he kept. She cooked a large pot of soup and kept heating up a small ladle-full of the soup to feed him. The chicken soup was from a recipe she’d altered and made her own.

  Kent seemed to enjoy it, and as he grew stronger when he ate more. She went from soup to casseroles.

  After a week of caring for him the old Kent was back. One morning she woke to find him making coffee in the kitchen. Climbing out of his bed she went in search of him. He wore a bath towel around his waist, and his colour had returned to his cheeks.

  “Morning,” she said, gaining his attention.

  He turned to her and smiled. “Morning, babe. Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I’m good.” She’d been taking medication as a precaution as his doctor advised. Fortunately, she hadn’t caught his illness. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m much better.” He walked over to her. His body looked so tempting in the lighting. His chest looked full and hard. Her gaze dropped to his chest where a droplet of water escaped. Her mouth watered, and she wanted to follow the droplet.

  Lifting her gaze up, she saw him looking at her mouth. “I know how you feel,” he said.

  “What?”

  Kent placed the cups on the counter. He stroked her cheek and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “This last week has been amazing,” he said.

  Lana frowned. What the hell was going on? “You’ve been ill, Kent. What was amazing about that?”

  He smiled. He leaned in close. His lips were so close that she felt his breath fan across her face.

  “I got to feel what it was like with you in my arms in my bed. I wouldn’t change having you there for the world.”

  Her breathing grew heavy. Heat seeped between her legs as her nipples tightened from his words and his closeness. “What are you doing, Kent?”

  “What I need to do for both of us, Lana. I know you feel it, too.” His lips brushed against hers. They felt so good, and she whimpered. “Don’t worry. Let it go. I’m here to catch you, baby. I’ll always catch you.”

  She froze in his arms as his lips made love to hers. His tongue ran across the seam of hers.

  “Let go,” he said.

  Her hands fisted at her side as she fought the conflicting emotions inside herself.

  You can’t do this.

  It will spoil everything.

  Lana lifted her hands with the intention of pushing him away. She wrapped her arms around his neck instead. There was no way for her to fight him. She’d been fighting her feelings for him since the first moment she saw him. Being in his arms was sheer bliss.

  “Please,” she said.

  Kent slammed his lips down on hers. She groaned giving herself up to him. His arms banded around her lifting her up onto the counter. She held on as he opened her thighs. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lana deepened the kiss.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “Me, too,” she said.

  He lifted her in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom. The sheets were mussed from the previous night of sleeping. Kent placed her on her feet.

  “I need to see you naked,” he said.

  She lifted her arms as he played with the edge of her jumper. He pulled the jumper over her head. She wore a bra.

  The last few days she’d been wearing her clothes and his. She’d been washing daily.

  “You shouldn’t wear a bra to bed.”

  Lana shrugged. She gasped as his fingers loosened the button on her jeans. Licking her lips, she gazed down to where his hands laid over her rounded stomach. She was much larger than all the women he’d dated. Was he regretting his decision to be with her?

  His fingers teased under the edge of her jeans. Slowly, he peeled her jeans from her body.

  He knelt in front of her to help her step out of the constricting denim. Kent stared up in her eyes. His gaze never left hers. The blue of his eyes held her captive. She didn’t want to look away.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

  Kent stood. His arms went around her back to remove her bra. Her breasts fell free as soon as the support left her body. The towel he wore was still draped around his hips. His cock tented the front, and she was reminded of his length.

  “Do you like these panties?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Good.”

  He tore them in two. She stood in front of him naked.

  “I don’t want anything between us.” Kent went to the towel covering his body. Within seconds the towel was on the floor along with all of her other clothing.

  She kept her gaze at his chest.

  Their friendship would be forever changed. There was no way for them to go back after this.

  “I’ve got you, remember?”

  Lana looked up to see him waiting for her.

  “Yes.”

  He reached out, cupping her cheek. “You’ve got no idea,” he said.

  She didn’t ask for him to explain his words. Lana stared at him. His hands went to her arms, and he pulled her close. She gasped as her breasts grazed his chest.

  “So beautiful and perfect,” he said.

  Kent removed the band from her hair. She wasn’t wearing any glasses.

  “Hold me, Lana,” he said.

  Her arms were at her sides. Why wasn’t she responding to him?

  Stop being afraid, and hold him like you’ve been imagining.

  She move
d her hands up to his back and closed her eyes. They stood in the centre of his room holding each other. Her love for him stood out to her in that moment. Resting her head against his chest, Lana finally felt like she belonged to him.

  ****

  Kent closed his eyes as the feel of her against him finally overwhelmed him. He’d been dreaming about this moment for some time. His cock thickened at the feel of her alone. Her breasts were beautiful and full. He ran his hands down her back feeling every curve and indentation of her body.

  When her hands moved over him he nearly lost it. The impulse to press her to the bed and drive into her tight pussy was too hard to resist. He sank his fingers into her hair and pressed kisses to her neck.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her skin.

  She didn’t say a word. Finally after a little time passed he pulled away. Kent took a step forward, making Lana take a step back.

  He moved until she fell to the bed. Kent stood over her, looking down at her beautiful body. She made to cover herself.

  Kent caught her hands. “Never cover yourself.”

  He knelt in front of her and opened her thighs. The scent of her essence filled the space between them.

  Her arms moved away from her breasts. He took the time to stare at her body. Her breasts were large with rounded red nipples that were tight with arousal.

  “You’re perfect.” Kent cupped one breast in his palm.

  She cried out, arching against him.

  Moving his hand down from her breasts over her rounded stomach, he pressed his open palm to her pussy.

  Lana was dripping wet with arousal.

  “Tell me you want me,” Kent said.

  “I want you.” Her cheeks were flushed. He didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

  “Lie back.”

  She looked at him startled.

  “Lie back, and trust me.”

  Slowly, she eased back. Kent lifted her legs to rest on his thighs. Her pussy was covered with a light dusting of hair. The lips of her pussy was spread open for him to gaze at her.

  Her clit was swollen and wet. The entrance to her body looked tiny to him. Fisting his cock, Kent counted to ten to get himself back under control. He’d been without a woman because the only person he wanted was Lana.

  “Relax, baby,” he said.